Mages Are Too OP

As soon as the large-scale dark sky came out, almost all the players within the shrouded range immediately lost their vision.

Only a small number of players who have pointed out the 'Dark Vision' or the 'Night Combat' specialty have a field of vision that is several meters away.

Then, the commanders of each guild and each squad shouted wildly: "Use the illumination technique, and those who don't have the illumination technique give me a torch."

Similar voices come and go.

Soon balls of light and torches were raised.

There are at least hundreds of light balls, and there should be three or four hundred torches.

It stands to reason that such a number of luminous sources should be able to illuminate the entire valley basin, but these light sources are like matches in the dark. If you don't go out, even if there are hundreds of light sources, the range that can be illuminated is not large, which barely forms a feeling of evening and dusk.

"The enemy's dark magic can absorb light." A commander responded immediately and shouted: "Is there a light priest, let's see if the sun shines brightly on this group?"

Soon several small suns were at the bottom of the valley and several on the hillside.

It made the light of the entire valley and basin brighter, but only a little brighter, not yet reaching the level of daytime.

At this time, the sky did not know when a crescent moon appeared.

The surrounding environment looked very strange, as if everything was covered with a layer of black mist.

But the players were very excited, and many people shouted: "Look at this, the BOSS is coming out!"

Sure enough, just after their words fell, a dense group of bats flew out.

Different from the small bats seen before, this group of bats is at least three times as large as before, and each bat spreads its wings by about one meter.

After the group of bats flew out, countless small bats followed behind it, looking like a long black smoke flying out of the castle.

"It's developed, so many bats, there must be many vampires."

Many players exclaimed in surprise, and some players subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths.

The group of big bats flying in the front folded together and turned into an old man with pale complexion and a black aristocratic costume.

Bruce looked around, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "You goddamn sons of gold, we have lived here for hundreds of years, and you dare to break into our land, this is your own search..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, dozens of fishing nets were thrown up from below, followed by countless crossbow arrows, bow arrows, and colorful magic missiles.

From a distance, it looks like a variegated halo is shrinking.

"BOSS, the boss is on, no matter what, output a wave first, and the person who kills him will get 50 points."

Long-range professions are eager to output, while melee professions look at the boss hanging in the sky and can only be anxious.

"Get it down, get it down. Let's rub the knife."

A wave of long-range strikes all hit Bruce, but all the attacks stopped three centimeters outside his body.

Arrows decay, magic fails.

"A group of ants!" Bruce waved his hand, and the dense swarms of bats behind him turned into vampires and began to suppress air magic.

The dense raindrops of magic sprinkled from the air, a typical carpet bombing, and in a short while, more than half of the players in the dark sky were killed or injured, and what was even more outrageous was that Bruce also started.

He rubbed a black ball of dark energy with both hands, and finally threw it downward. The circle that fell in mid-air should spin, creating a black whirlwind, swiping the circle at an extremely fast speed, sending all the objects within a certain range. Everything was sucked into the center of the vent, and then pieces of flesh and blood spilled out.

The players hurriedly carried out a limited counterattack, successfully shot down a few hapless vampires, and then the players who were still alive rushed to them desperately, using fire or magic flames to burn these vampires that fell to the ground into flames.

Then put the bone meal with the flaming red embers into his system backpack.

Because monks have more flesh and less flesh, some can inhale several taels, while others can only inhale a dozen grams.

But even a few grams is a small amount of money.

Bruce looked at these golden sons who were desperate to snatch the ashes, and his emotions became more and more angry, but in this anger, he felt a little bit of coolness again.

At this time, Roland was standing on the top of the mountain. He was not shrouded in the dark sky, so he could only see a huge black sphere, but could not see the environment inside the sphere.

But there are more and more players around.

There are also some players who have begun to build a simple life temple altar nearby.

Then one after another green light flashed, and many players were resurrected from the sacrificial platform, and then followed the later players, rushing into the black sphere again like crazy.

Yeliya stood beside Roland. He looked at the son of gold who was going one after another, with some fear in his eyes. He glanced down the mountain behind him and found that there were many people riding from a distance.

Presumably it should also be the son of gold.

He roughly estimated that there should be more than 3,000 golden sons here.

"Are all your clansmen crazy?"

Yelia looked at a player who was resurrected from the sacrificial altar, his eyes were red, and he shouted, "leave me some ashes", and rushed frantically into the dark sky again, and couldn't help but say these words.

"They want to make money. A vampire may be fifty gold coins, and it's a dark creature. It's not a loss to kill a heart, why not make it?"

Yelia watched the dense golden son rushing into the dark sky, feeling a little dry, he couldn't help loosening the collar at his throat: "But there's no need to be so crazy."

"Don't be crazy, it's not a vampire's opponent." Roland said lightly.

"Then you don't take action?"

Roland said with a smile: "I'm waiting for the most suitable time."

At this time, in the dark sky, the vampires found something wrong.

They have obviously killed so many golden sons, at least two or three thousand, why are there so many rushing in from outside!

In a trance, one or two more vampires were pulled down by fishing nets, or hit by arrows, or were hit by magic missiles.

Although the counterattacks of these golden sons were weaker than theirs.

But every once in a while, there is always a clan member who falls to the ground, and then a large group of golden sons who have been prepared for a long time rushed forward with red eyes, burned with fire, roasted with magic... They can get their own clan in less than a minute. into a pile of ashes.

And then they grab the ashes, like a hungry dog ​​grabbing shit to eat.

After the grab, they would look up again and look at them with pairs of red eyes, like a hungry dog ​​watching the shit that Yituo wants to swallow.

Although nearly 200 vampires still maintained firepower suppression in mid-air, and continued to slaughter the Son of Gold.

But all the blood clans have a bad feeling in their hearts.

Including Patriarch Bruce.